My Legend Still Exists in the Cultivation World

The visitor was only seventeen or eighteen years old, with fair skin and faint dark circles under his eyes. He was wearing a robe made of animal skin and a white feather cloak.

He slowly walked to the edge of the blood pool and looked at Qin Yanzhi in the blood pool.

Seeing that Qin Yanzhi was thinner than before but still handsome, the young man smiled with satisfaction. “Very good.”

Qin Yanzhi, “Who are you?”

Youth, “I’m your master.”

Qin Yanzhi glanced at him indifferently without saying a word.

Faced with Qin Yanzhi's indifferent attitude, the young man said nonchalantly, “You don't have to call me that if you don't want to. As long as you can hang on until the day you can leave the blood pool, you’ll naturally become the Holy Son of the Royal Purple Palace.”

Qin Yanzhi was taken aback. He had seen records about this palace from the ancient secret realm. If he remembered correctly, the Royal Purple Palace was a well-known faction in the Middle Ages.

It was said that the first palace master was named Miao Wenxiang, who was a descendant of a mighty being during the Middle Ages. Miao Wenxiang displayed no obvious talent and was abandoned by his father's family. His mother’s family built a Royal Purple Palace for him, hoping that he could live in peace and enjoy a carefree life.

However, Miao Wenxiang cultivated some sort of technique later and his strength became far superior to that of his peers. Not only did he strengthen the Royal Purple Palace, but he also attacked his father's territory on Carefree Mountain. The two parties fought a big battle, and the Royal Purple Palace won a tragic victory.

Since then, the reputation of the Royal Purple Palace flourished, and the palace master gained a reputation as a ruthless person.

Qin Yanzhi tentatively asked, “Are you Miao Wenxiang?”

The young man was taken aback. “So you know me?”

Qin Yanzhi, “…”

Was he back in the Middle Ages? Although Qin Yanzhi was calm on the surface, his heart was full of turmoil. He remembered what he saw that day before he fell unconscious, and he also recalled the legend of the Torrential Realm.

Miao Wenxiang suddenly grabbed the chain hanging in the corner and pulled hard. Qin Yanzhi grunted as he was pulled to the front.

“What have you heard about me?”

Of course, Qin Yanzhi couldn't answer. At his silence, Miao Wenxiang smiled sarcastically. “Did you hear that I was a wastrel driven out by my father's family? That I can only hide in the Royal Purple Palace and rely on the power of my mother's family to survive?”

Qin Yanzhi still didn't speak, Miao Wenxiang was even more furious and pulled the chain even tighter. He didn't let go until Qin Yanzhi's clothes were stained with blood. A look of distress crossed his face. “Does it hurt?”

He reached out to touch Qin Yanzhi's wound, but Qin Yanzhi dodged away.

Miao Wenxiang withdrew his hand silently and sighed softly. “You’re in pain, but I'm doing it for your own good. You have no talent like me. Only I can save you. You’ll thank me one day.”

He stood up and poured something into the blood pool, which immediately boiled, and Qin Yanzhi also felt more pain.

Miao Wenxiang stopped talking, stared at Qin Yanzhi for a while, then turned and left.

As soon as he left, Qin Yanzhi immediately raised his eyes and looked at his back thoughtfully.

Although there was very little communication between the two just now, he still gleaned some important information from the exchange.

First, he did come to the Middle Ages, and Miao Wenxiang was still weak at this time. The specific period should be the early era of the Middle Ages.

Second, this was the Royal Purple Palace, within the sphere of influence of Miao Wenxiang. But as far as he knew, there were only some guards arranged by Miao Wenxiang's mother’s family in the Royal Purple Palace, with limited experts around. If his spiritual energy recovered, there was a high chance of escaping.

Third, in Miao Wenxiang's plan, he would leave the blood pool one day. The other party didn't want to imprison him forever, nor would he kill him.

Fourth, and most importantly, Miao Wenxiang said that he had no talent just like him, but he was obviously a single spiritual root of the metal element, one of the best around. Didn’t Miao Wenxiang know that? Couldn’t he find even find a single testing stone in this huge Royal Purple Palace?

Qin Yanzhi thought of the early days of the Middle Ages. There was no such thing as a cultivator among the human race, and the ancient cultivation developed slowly. Was it possible that people at this time didn’t know how to differentiate the spiritual root at all?

If that was the case, his chances were higher. Miao Wenxiang regarded him as a wastrel, which was actually in his favor.

However, Miao Wenxiang trapped him in the pool of blood and tortured him. Why?

And what did Miao Wenxiang mean when he said he was ‘saving’ Qin Yanzhi, and he would ‘thank’ him one day? Could it be that this pool of blood could help him?

Qin Yanzhi exhaled. No matter what Miao Wenxiang's purpose was, the only thing he could do now was to hang on.

On the other side, Jing Yue had been brought back to the man’s residence, a tribe to be exact.

The tribe was hidden in a peach blossom forest. Walking through the colorful peach grove, he saw many people who were dressed like the men before gathered around.

“A-Wu is back!”

“Chief!”

Everyone greeted them warmly, and they were not surprised to see Jing Yue. They paid less attention to Jing Yue than the clothes on the man's body.

A woman in a short skirt made of animal skin stepped forward and asked curiously, “Brother A-Wu, what are you wearing?”

Man, “I don't know. Anyway, it's from the West.”

The woman touched it with her hand and said enviously, “It's so soft.”

The man immediately turned to Jing Yue and asked, “Do you have any more?”

Jing Yue, “…Yes.”

Jing Yue took out the few clothes in the Sumeru ring, and everyone enthusiastically gathered around, but only the first few people snatched one each. After dividing the clothes, someone finally paid attention to him. A guy said, “Hey, newcomer, what's your name?

“Jing Yue.”

“Huh?”

“J-I-N-G Y-U-E.”

The guy looked confused, and said after a while, “What a strange name. Are you from the West?”

Jing Yue smiled politely.

The guy pursed his lips. Obviously, he had a bad impression of the people in the West, so he asked the man, “Chief, why did you bring him back?”

Man, “I brought him back to be my apprentice.”

Guy, “Ah?!”

Jing Yue, “Huh?!”

The blue phoenix, “Chirp?!”

Silence fell, and Jing Yue felt that everyone's eyes were on him, each of them sharp or fierce, giving him the illusion of being pierced by thousands of arrows.

He was very surprised too. Ever since he saw the man, the other party had never expressed this intention.

The blue phoenix let out an exaggerated sigh. “So, he was attracted to Jing-jing's amazing bone structure. Ji-ji thought he was attracted to Jing-jing's beauty.”

It had decided. It would protect Jing-jing's chastity. Anyone who touched Jing-jing would have to step over Ji-ji's body!

Jing Yue, “…”

The man glanced at Jing Yue and said, “Are you willing?”

Before Jing Yue could speak, he added, “You have no choice but to agree. Once you fall into my hands, you belong to me. You can only be my apprentice obediently.”

Jing Yue was silent for a moment, and asked him, “May I know why you want to take me in as an apprentice?”

Man, “Can’t you tell?”

Jing Yue, “What?”

Man, “The people here are just like you, with no talent for cultivation.”

Jing Yue: ???

Was he kidding? As far as the man's strength was concerned, how could there be no talent for cultivation? Besides, Jing Yue was a single spiritual root of the water element. His talent was no doubt one of the best, so what did he mean that he had no talent for cultivation?

“In fact, we don’t belong to one tribe at first. Everyone here has been abandoned by our existing tribes.” The man said to Jing Yue, “You came here from the prosperous West. It must be for the same reason.”

Jing Yue saw the man's determined expression and didn’t deny it.

Man, “But even if we don't have a talent, we don't want to admit defeat. If our physical body is not strong enough, we can think of other ways to make ourselves strong. You killed two giant Supreme Fish with your own strength, so I know we’re on the same path. We refuse to give up or accept our fate.”

Jing Yue suddenly realized that the talent here did not refer to the spiritual root. Besides, they seemed to have no idea about the existence of the spiritual root.

He tentatively asked, “Can you tell if I have spiritual roots?”

The man was taken aback, “What is a spiritual root?”

Jing Yue, “…”

He got it! He did come to the Torrential Realm of the Middle Ages, and it was before the ancient cultivation appeared!

Back then, the two races of gods and demons evolved into the human race. In the beginning, there was no such thing as a spiritual root. Everyone continued the ways of the gods and demons—strengthening their bodies and absorbing source energy, which was the so-called physique cultivation.

Physique cultivation was different from spiritual cultivation. Physique cultivation didn’t store the source energy in the dantian, but integrated the source energy into the bones and meridians. After the physical body was strengthened to a certain extent, the talent would be awakened.

The so-called talent actually had a lot to do with the individual's spiritual root attribute, but they didn't know it yet.

However, some people were born with very weak physical bodies, which made cultivation difficult, and the talent could not be awakened for a long time. This was the case until the appearance of the first generation of the ancient cultivators. They gradually discovered how the source energy stored in the dantian could serve its greatest effect. Not only could it stimulate the early awakening of the talent, but the more source energy in the dantian, the stronger the talent displayed.

It was only later that someone discovered the spiritual root.

Jing Yue was a cultivator ten billion years later, so how could his physical body compare with the human race of the Middle Ages? Naturally, he was regarded by the man as someone who could not awaken his talent.

He explained, “Spiritual root is a saying in our tribe, which actually refers to talent.”

The man sneered. “Do you still need to ask? Your weak constitution is obviously the result of failure in Body Forging at a glance, but you don't have to worry. Although our bodies are not strong, there’s another way to help you awaken your talent.”

Jing Yue, “Store source energy in the dantian?”

Everyone was shocked, and the man said gravely, “How do you know?”

Jing Yue said without blushing, “I discovered it myself.”

The man stared at Jing Yue for a long while, then burst out laughing. “Good, good, good! My apprentice is really outstanding.”

Jing Yue, “…”

He had never truly pledged to a teacher before, not because he rejected the idea of having one, but when his cultivation was low in the early years, he didn’t meet anyone who was destined to be his teacher. Later, he became stronger, and his skills were unique in the world, few people could actually teach him.

If the man really wanted to accept him as an apprentice, at least his life here was guaranteed.

After thinking for a while, he said, “Are all the people in the tribe your apprentices?”

Man, “Of course not.”

Jing Yue, “Then why me?”

The man said matter-of-factly, “You look good.”

Jing Yue, “…”

Everyone, “…”

Seeing Jing Yue's reluctance, the man said impatiently, “What? Do you dare to refuse me?”

With that said, he spread his hand, and an ice sword appeared. Holding the sword in hand, the man slashed lightly. In the peach forest not far away, flowers flew and countless pink petals swirled to the sky, and several peaks behind the peach forest were razed to the ground.

Jing Yue, “…”

You want my knees, right? Take it!